[P] She was otherworldly and vaguely threatening

[Elain]

“She...what's left of sunlight that”

Spring has always been what starts new life into the world; the catalyst that brings fresh babes out into either a warm or cold world. In Elain she feels a fierce certainty that this life, the innocent new soul that she has kept safe inside her, will be in a warm world. As long as both Elain and Reliquary are around a safe world will exist, the albino knows it. She's done her absolute best to stay safe, she's been painfully cautious with her steps for fear of tripping or hitting something, and she's been careful to not let her anxiety get the best of her. In absolute truth in the back of her mind she's scared, what if she loses them because she can't see them? What if she hurts them with her scales, horns, and even worse her magic? 

She doesn't dwell on these thoughts for long, pushing them away with the knowledge that Reliquary is with her. Instead she focuses on her steps, careful not to trip on the grassy ground with help from Cailerian and Eomer. The pregnant kirin is thankful for her dragon companion flying above her to offer some protection from the sun, helping to ward off the sunburns she is so terribly prone to in the summers; and even in sunny winters due to the reflection of the snow. Though Elain is grateful that they're less common in the cold months she is also generally uneasy in the summers simply due to the pain the sun can inflict on her. If memory serves her correctly it was summer when she discovered her powers as a foal when she was trying to find shade and instead made her own, though she later learned that she had rotted some of the surrounding wildlife around her at the time. Yes, that's when she learned she had indeed not received Lorcan's powers but Amrod's instead and that Elain was death put into a painfully soft soul. This fact is part of what has held her back in life, part of what has influenced never ending bouts of self-loathing. When paired with the knowledge that she had always been slowing her brother down for more than half their lives she can't help but feel that something inside of her was simply made wrong. A delicate woman who holds destruction in the gentlest of hands while her clement heart feels uneasy with knowledge that she will always slow others down. That is what she is.

A soft sigh escapes her, she feels tired from both the cooling breeze and the peacefulness that comes with a sunset. At least that's what Elain is guessing the time is, she can feel that the air has cooled slightly and that the sun is lower than it had been. Is it getting dark? An ear twitches with the thought that she sends to Eomer who lands softly to walk next to her, the lantern on his tail creaking. The sun is starting to go down, my lantern doesn't seem to be very bright yet so I'd give it another hour before the stars come out. Should we turn around? The question makes Elain hum in thought before she shakes her head in answer. No, but I think we should stop here. With those thoughts she gently lowers herself to the ground, vanishing into the grasses while both Eomer and Cailerian put themselves on both sides of her. Each of them resting a head on her as well with the dragons large head on her shoulder and the large canines head resting on her hip. Elain closes her eyes softly and hums in thought while the trio are curled up together. "It would be nice if Reliquary was here to feel how peaceful it is right now wouldn't it?"

"Speech"
Thoughts
Eomer

Tags » @Reliquary
Voice » Lily Collins
OOC » Yay liquid time because ong we need a cute pregnant ellie and reliq thread -cry- <3

“has not yet turned to shadow”

Polaresta | neamrel

[Reliquary]

YOUR PRAYERS ARE POISON

your pleasure is pain

Residing in Terrastella , despite being a Vagabond , has become something of a worrisome spot . Would the members of the Court see him , and exile him ? Certainly , he resides with Elain almost constantly , refusing to venture out on his own into the Court unless necessary . But that's also a part of him that seems to be immensely intertwined with the woman . He knows she's strong , knows she's capable , but ever since she had grown with their child(ren?) , he had become an increasing presence over her .

Which is why when he stirs in their home and doesn't see her , there's a flicker of worry . ' She's strong , she's fine . She knows what she's doing , and she has Eomer and Cailerian as well . She also knows this place intricately , more than I do . ' Yet it doesn't stem the noxious feeling of worry that floods in his veins . He supposes it comes from his past ; the fear that he may lose her now that they've grown so close together . She isn't immortal , they haven't found a way to make her so just yet . It's become a near frantic fear at times in the back of his head .

For now , however , he merely makes his way around the Court , all twenty three hands tall and proud and terrifying to anyone that crosses his path . They mostly leave him alone , with some casting fearful glances his way , before he's off .

He doesn't find her within the Court itself , so stretching his wings and wandering the lands within Terrastella itself is the next best thing .

Flying is no longer awkward with four wings once you have thousands and thousands of years to get used to them . So he glides among the thermals like a dragon , twisting among the clouds and breathing in chilled air , all while keeping a lookout for her . With five eyes , it isn't difficult , but even he can't see in the dark . So as the sun drops , so too does he , his hooves brushing over the grasses of Susurro Fields before they hold his weight when he lands . He shakes off the condensation that had built up on his flight , wings tucking at his sides as he casts a glance toward the sunset , and sees a glimmer of light .

Following it , relief spills through him the moment he sees the familiar pale features and her companions , his body easing . " I was wondering where you went off to . " His voice rumbles softly , and he comes to her side , dropping his legs carefully and allowing two wings to open and rest over her in a shield of warmth in the cooling spring night . Protective as ever , he leans his head , nosing at her cheek and huffing soft chuckles . The worry is abated , for now .

@Elain